"Who was that man, and why were you in such a hurry to leave?"
We'd been dating for a year when he proposed.
He took my hand and said, "I know we don't have the kind of time younger couples imagine they do. I don't want to waste what we have. Marry me, Caroline."
I said yes almost at once, with tears in my eyes.
At 72, when joy knocks, you do not make it stand on the porch.
A week before the wedding, Linda caught me alone in the kitchen.
I know now that was her first attempt to warn me.
